Life in Lyman: Not at My House

“I don’t want “meat” rabbits at my house! Who would kill them? Would you kill them?” I asked my five-year-old daughter.

“No.” she said.

“I would take them to a slaughter house.” said my wife.

“Oh, that is someone that has a tree cut down.” said my daughter.

After a short pause. “Do you mean someone with a tree stump?” I said

“Yes!” she said, then she began singing, “Kill the wabbit. Kill the wabbit.”